Ah, the mellow yellows of the plump mangoes
Your deliciousness is a heady drug’s dose
You, the sober blues of lashing waves,
your speed and patience last eternal days
That comforting gold of the sunlight’s streak,
I crave your touch on my dimpled cheek
Aye, lushest greens of gardens preen,
you make me wander woods unseen
The crystal clears of water glitters,
Your brilliance masters Almighty’s prowess
Oh the pallid whites of nature’s bleach,
you relieve me from parasite leech
Ey, beauty blush of melon’s pulp,
I drown you in, with an instant gulp
The blazing scarlet of heaven’s vault
you transport the day to a brief thwart,
I wait every day, for the dawn to break,
For you, are my lover.
Summer. My Lover.
Live on, forever.
Poet’s Bio: Swathi Sriram is a Berlin-based Indian writer and poet.
She is a grammar nerd with a flair for well-written flash fiction pieces, short stories and beautiful descriptions.